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plus  grand  soin,  compte  tenu  de  la  condition  et 
de  la  netteti  de  l'exempiaire  film6,  et  en 
conformity  avec  les  conditions  du  contrat  de 
fiima^e. 


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first  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, and  ending  on  the  last  page  with  a  printed 
or  illustrated  impression. 


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d'impression  ou  d'iilustration  et  en  terminant  par 
la  dernidre  page  qui  comporte  une  telle 
empreinte. 


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shall  contain  the  symbol  — »>  (meaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  the  symbol  y  (meaning  "END  "), 
whichever  applies. 


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dernidre  image  de  cheque  microfiche,  selon  le 
cas:  le  symbols  — ►  signifie  "A  SUIVRE ',  le 
symbols  V  signifie  "FIN  ". 


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different  reduction  ratios.  Those  too  large  to  be 
entirely  included  in  one  exposure  are  filmed 
beginning  in  the  upper  loft  hand  corner,  left  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  frames  as 
required.  The  following  diagrams  illustrate  the 
method: 


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de  I'angle  sup6rieur  gauche,  de  gauche  A  droite, 
et  de  haut  en  bas,  en  prenant  le  nombre 
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It  has  been  said  that  a  volume  of  poems,  be  it  large  or  small,  needs 
no  preface,  nor  do  I  think  that  the  Labor  Reform  Songs  of  Mr.  Thompson 
need  one.  Yet,  inasmuch  as  I  have  been  asked  to  pen  a  few  sentences 
by  way  of  introduction,  I  gladly  do  so,  and  all  the  more  readily  that  the 
songs  are  so  timely,  coming  just  when  the  industrial  reform  movement 
on  this  continent  has  reached  the  point  when  it  needs  songs,  and  just 
such  songs  as  these  :  songs  which  will  voice  and  interpret  the  thoughts 
which  are  rousing  the  masses  of  America  to  resistless  action. 

Spoke  well  the  Grecian  when  he  said  that  poems 
Were  the  high  laws  that  swayed  a  nation's  mind — 

Voices  that  live  on  echoes — 

Brief  and  prophetic  proems. 
Opening  the  great  heart-book  of  human  kind ! 

All  movements  which  have  had  for  their  object  the  uplifting  of 
humanity  have  been  greatly  helped  by  their  poets.  If  it  be  true  that 
the  heart  of  a  nation  is  dead  when  its  songs  are  stilled,  it  is  equally  true 
that  the  vigor,  the  fervency  of  any  great  movement  may  be  accurately 
measured  by  the  earnestness  of  its  poets  and  by  the  enthusiasm  with 
which  their  songs  are  welcomed. 

It  would  not  be  easy  to  exaggerate  the  help  such  a  book  of  songs 
as  this  may  be  to  the  industrial  reform  movement.  Sung  in  Assembly- 
rooms,  in  Alliances,  at  meetings  of  Unions  and  at  public  gatherings, 
they  will  reach  thousands  to  whom  arguments  would  at  first  be  addressed 
in  vain,  and  even  veterans  in  the  movement  will  listen  to  an  argument 
in  a  better  mood  for  having  drank  in  some  familiar  truth  in  the  setting 
of  a  well-remembered  air.  I  repeat,  it  would  not  be  easy  to  exaggerate 
the  helpful  influence  of  such  songs  as  these  to  a  cause  like  ours. 

One  man  with  a  dream  at  pleasure 

Shall  go  forth  and  conquer  a  crown  ; 
And  one  with  a  new  song's  measure 

Can  trample  a  kingdom  down. 

Armed  with  such  songs,  we  can  sing  the  new  gospel  of  human 
brotherhood  into  the  hearts  of  the  people. 

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'Mid  Nature's  lavish  store 

We  famish  and  shiver, 
Some  tempted  evermore 

To  cross  the  dark  river, 
And  vainly  we  cry:  "  Is  there  none  to  deliver?  " 

Oh  heed  the  bitter  cry  of  the  down-trodden  poor ! 

Chorus. — The"  bitter  cry,  etc. 

You  hold  the  bounties  tight 

With  which  Heaven  supplied  us, 
And  when  we  ask  our  right 

You  scorn  and  deride  us. 
The  free  air  of  Heaven  is  even  denied  us. 

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Tis  sounding  through  the  earth 

To  justice  appealing; 
Oppressors  who  from  birth 

Have  stifled  all  feeling 
Wii:  quake  when  the  thunder  of  battle  is  pealing. 

Oh  heed  the  bitter  cr>'  of  the  down-trodden  poor ! 
Chorus.— The  bitter  cry,  etc. 

When  millions  hopeless  pine 

In  dread  of  starvation, 
You  lay  a  powder-mine 

In  the  heart  of  the  nation 
To  blow  to  perdition  your  civilization. 

Oh  heed  the  bitter  cry  of  the  down-trodden  poor! 
Chorus.— The  bitter  cry,  etc. 

— Phillips  Thompson. 


No.  2. 


THE  MEN  WHO   WORK. 

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Hurrah  for  the  men  who  work. 

Whatever  their  trade  may  be ; 
Hurrah  for  the  men  who  wield  the  pen, 

For  those  who  plow  the  sea  ; 
And  for  those  who  earn  their  bread 

By  the  sweat  of  an  honest  brow ; 
Hurrah  for  the  men  who  dig  and  delve 

And  they  who  reap  and.  sow ! 

Hurrah  for  the  sturdy  arm. 

Hurrah  for  the  steady  will, 
Hurrah  for  the  worker's  health  and  strength, 

Hurrah  for  the  worker's  skill ! 
Hurrah  for  the  open  heart, 

Hurrah  for  the  noble  aim, 
Hurrah  for  the  loving,  quiet  home. 

Hurrah  for  an  honest  name  ! 


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Hurrah  for  the  men  who  strive, 

Hurrah  for  the  men  who  save, 
Who  sit  not  down  and  drink  till  they  drown, 

But  struggle  and  breast  the  wave. 
Hurrah  for  the  men  on  the  land 

And  they  who  are  on  the  sea ; 
Hurrah  for  the  men  who  are  bold  and  brave, 

The  good,  the  true  and  the  free  ! 


-J.  Richardson. 


No.  3. 


THE  PENNSYLVANIA  MINER. 


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For  years  we  toiled  on  patiently — they  cut  our  wages  down ; 
We  struck — they  sent  the  Pinkertons  to  drive  us  from  the  town ; 
We  held  a  meeting  near  the  mine,  some  hasty  words  were  said, 
A  volley  from  the  Pinkertons  laid  half-a-dozen  dead. 
Chorus. — They  robbed  us,  etc. 

I  had  a  little  family,  the  youngest  scarce  could  creep; 
Next  night  the  hireling  ruffian  band  aroused  us  out  of  sleep  ; 
They  battered  in  our  cabin  door— we  pleaded  all  in  vain — 
They  turned  my  wife  and  children  out  to  perish  in  the  rain. 
Chorus. — They  robbed  us,  etc. 


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They  died  of  cold  and  famine  there  beneath  the  open  sky, 
While  pitying  neighbors  stood  around,  but  all  as  poor  as  I ; 
You  never  saw  such  misery — God  grant  you  never  may — 
The  sight  is  branded  on  my  soul  until  my  dying  day. 

Chorus. — They  robbed  us,  etc. 

Hali-crazed  I  wandered  round  the  spot,  and  just  beyond  the  town 
I  met  a  dastard  Pinkerton  and  struck  the  villain  down  ; 
My  brain  was  frenzied  with  the  thought  of  children,  friends  and  wife, 
I  set  my  heel  upon  his  throat  and  tranpled  out  his  life. 

Chorus  — They  robbed  us,  etc. 

And  now  I  roam  an  outlaved  man,  no  house  or  friends  have  I, 
For  if  the  law  can  track  me  down  I  shall  be  doomed  to  die ; 
But  very  little  should  I  care  what  may  become  of  me, 
If  all  the  la.id  would  rise  and  swear  such  thinp-s  no  more  shall  be. 


Chorus. — They  robbed  us,  etc. 


— Phillips  Thompson. 


Lo.  4. 


THE  PO^VER  OF  THOUGHT. 

(Air—"ComiM'  th-ough  the  Rye.") 


Not  by  cannon  nor  by  saber, 

Not  by  flags  unfurled. 
Shall  we  win  the  rights  of  labor, 

Shall  we  free  fhe  world. 
Thought  is  stronger  far  than  weapons. 

Who  shall  stay  its  cource  ? 
It  spreads  in  onward-circling  waves 

And  ever  gathers  force. 

Hopes  may  fail  us,  cloud*?  may  lower. 

Comrades  may  betray, 
Crushed  beneath  the  heel  of  power 

Justice  lies  to-day. 
But  every  strong  and  radiant  soul, 

Whom  once  the  truth  makes  free, 
Shall  send  a  deathless  impulse  forth 

To  all  eternity. 


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Words  of  insight,  sympathetic, 

Flash  from  soul  to  soul, 
Of  the  coming  time  prophetic, 

Freedom's  distant  goal. 
Kindling  with  one  aspiration. 

Hearts  will  feel  their  thrill. 
And  iron  bands  be  ropes  of  sand 

Before  the  people's  will. 

Right  shall  rule  whene'er  we  will  it,  . 

All  the  rest  is  naught ; 
'Every  bullet  has  its  billet," 

So  has  every  thought. 
When  the  people  wish  for  freedom, 

None  can  say  them  nay, 
'Tis  slavery  of  the  darkened  mind 

Alone  which  stops  the  way. 


-Phillips  Thompson. 


No.  5. 


MARCHING  TO   FREEDOM. 

{Air— >' Marching  through  Georgia.") 


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Rouse,  ye  sons  of  labor  all,  and  rally  in  your  might ! 
In  the  Eastern  heavens  see  the  dawning  of  the  light. 
Fling  our  banner  to  the  breeze,  make  ready  for  the  fight. 
Now  we  are  marching  to  freedom. 

Chorus. 
Hurrah  !  Hurrah  I  we'll  sound  the  jubilee ! 
Hurrah !  Hurrah !  the  world  shall  yet  be  free ! 
Sweeping  all  before  us  like  the  billows  of  the  sea, 
As  we  go  marching  to  freedom  ! 

Long  we  sat  disconsolate  with  hope  of  rescue  fled, 
Gloomy  seemed  our  path  before  and  dark  the  clouds  overhead 
Now  the  shadows  vanish  and  our  doubts  and  fears  are  dead, 
Now  we  are  marching  to  freedom ! 

Chorus.— Hurrah !  Hurrah  !  etc. 


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Frowning  high  before  us  see  the  money-despots'  hold, 
Built  to  shield  the  robbers  with  their  piles  of  hoarded  gold, 
By  the  God  above  us  !  we'll  no  more  be  bought  and  sold  ! 
Now  we  are  marching  to  freedom  1 

Chorus. — Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  etc. 

Sound  aloud  our  battle-cry!  press  onward  to  the  fray! 
Right  and  might  are  on  our  side,  no  more  we  will  delay, 
Victory  must  crown  the  fight,  the  world  is  ours  to-day. 
Now  we  are  marching  to  freedom  ! 

Chorus. — Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  etc.- 

—  Phillips  Thompson. 


No.  6. 


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THE   FACTORY   SLAVE. 

{^Air — " '  Way  Down  upon  the  Swanee  River") 


Toiling  amid  the  smoke  and  clamor 

From  morn  till  night, 
Deafened  by  noise  of  wheel  and  hammer 

Far  from  the  glad  sunlight. 
Piling  up  store  of  wealth  for  others 

While  we  grow  poor, 
Tell  me,  oh !  suffering,  toiling  brothers. 

How  long  shall  this  endure? 

Chorus. 
All  my  life  is  full  of  sorrow, 

Welcome  seems  the  grave  ; 
Oh  when  will  freedom's  bright  to-morrow 

Dawn  on  the  factory  slave  ? 

Often  in  search  of  work  we  wander. 

Hungry  we  pine ; 
While  wealth  we  earn  our  masters  squander, 

Feasting  in  palace  fine. 
Hard  to  behold  the  pallid  faces 

Of  v;ife  and  child. 
Stifled  in  foul  and  loathsome  places, 
•  Thoughts  fit  to  drive  me  wild. 
Chorus. — All  my  life,  etc. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

Hard  is  the  lot  of  honest  labor, 
Crushed  and  oppressed ; 

Where  each  is  taught  to  rob  his  neighbor, 
Greed  steeling  every  breast. 

Each  has  to  freedom,  air  and  earth  right, 
Such  Heaven  gave ; 

Rich  men  have  robbed  us  of  our  birthright- 
Landless,  a  man's  a  slave. 


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Chorus.— All  my  life,  etc. 


—Phillips  Thompson. 


THE  GRAND  LABOR  CAUSE. 

{Air— "Red,  White  and  Blue:') 


Oh  union's  the  hope  of  the  toiler, 

A  pledge  of  the  freedom  we  crave, 
A  certain  defense  from  the  spoiler. 

Who'd  rob  us  from  cradle  to  grave. 
When  workers  stand  shoulder  to  shoulder 

And  firmly  insist  on  just  laws, 
Each  heart  will  grow  stronger  and  bolder 

To  fight  for  the  grand  labor  cause  ! 

Chorus. 
Three  cheers  for  the  grand  labor  cause  ! 
Three  cheers  for  the  grand  labor  cause ! 

Each  heart  will  grow  stronger  and  bolder 
To  fight  for  the  ^and  labor  cause ! 

When  wealth  seeks  to  rule  through  the  nation 

And  crush  down  the  landless  and  poor. 
The  ballot's  our  only  salvation 

From  wrongs  grown  too  great  to  endure. 
A  people  united  in  spirit, 

Who  heed  neither  scorn  nor  applause, 
Will  reap  the  reward  that  they  merit 

In  gaining  the  grand  labor  cause ! 

Chorus.— Three  cheers,  etc. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 


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No.  8. 


Then  send  round  the  watchword  of  union. 

No  more  shall  dissensions  betray, 
When  banded  in  closest  communion 

We  move  on  the  tyrants'  array. 
Bright  hopes  for  the  future  we'll  cherish, 

Free  soil,  equal  rights  and  just  laws. 
Like  a  dog  may  the  miscreant  perish 

Who's  false  to  the  grand  labor  cause  ! 

Chorus. — Three  cheers,  etc. 

—  Phillips  Thompson, 

LONG,  LONG  AGO. 


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Was    it   for    this    that  our      an    -   ces  -  tors    died.  Long,  long   a  -  go,    long     a    -    go? 

Once  men  stood  equal  and  scorned  to  be  slaves. 

Long,  long  ago  ;  long,  long  ago. 
Hurling  their  tyrants  to  infamous  graves, 

Long,  long  ago  ;  long  ago. 
Now  we  are  trodden  and  spurned  by  the  few. 
Vassals  and  serfs  to  the  plutocrat  crew. 
Fled  is  the  spirit  our  ancestors  knew, 

Long,  long  ago ;  long  ago. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

Stealthy  like  wolves  have  the  foul  harpy  band, 

Long,  long  ago;  long,  long  ago. 
Reft  us  of  liberty,  money  and  land, 

Long,  long  ago;  long  ago. 
Land  thief  and  bond-thief  have  rushed  to  the  spoil, 
Fastened  their  clutch  on  our  dear  native  soil, 
Robbed  us  of  even  the  freedom  to  toil, 

Long,  long  ago ;  long  ago. 

Spirit  of  freedom  !  who  once  deigned  to  dower, 

Long,  long  ago ;  long,  long  ago. 
Heroes  of  old  with  invincible  power, 

Long,  long  ago ;  long  ago. 
Thrill  every  heart  with  the  pulse  of  the  free. 
Rouse  up  the  nation  that  yet  we  may  be 
Worthy  of  sires  who  were  guided  by  thee, 

Long,  long  ago ;  long  ago. 

— Phillips  Thompson. 

IN  THE  REIGN  OF  JUSTICE. 

{Air— "In  the  Sweet  By  and  By:') 


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There's  a  glorious  future  in  store 

When  the  toil-worn  shall  rise  from  the  dust. 
Then  the  poor  shall  be  trampled  no  more 

And  mankind  to  each  other  be  just. 

Chorus. 

In  the  sweet  by  and  by. 

When  the  spirit  of  justice  shall  reign, 

By  and  by. 

In  the  sweet  by  and  by. 

When  the  spirit  of  justice  shall  reign. 

Then  the  world  with  new  life  shall  be  blessed. 

Oppression  shall  vanish  away, 
None  shall  toil  at  another's  behest 

In  the  light  of  that  glorious  day. 

Chorus. — In  the  sweet,  etc. 


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No;  10. 


THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

In  this  weltering  chaos  of  night, 

Though  the  struggle  be  bitter  and  long, 
Let  us  still  turn  our  eyes  to  the  light 

And  gain  strength  for  the  battle  with  wrong. 

Chorus. — In  the  sweet,  etc. 

In  the  fullness  of  time  it  will  come 

And  our  labors  the  way  will  prepare. 
Though  our  hearts  may  be  cold  in  the  tomb 

Yet  our  spirits  that  rapture  will  share. 

Chorus. — In  the  sweet,  etc. 

— Phillips  Thompson. 

SPREAD  THE  LIGHT. 

{Air— "Hold  the  Fort.") 


Fellow-toilers,  pass  the  watchword  ! 

Would  you  know  your  powers  ? 
Spr'=!ad  the  light !  and  we  shall  conquer. 

Then  the  world  is  ours. 

Chorus, 

Spread  the  light !  the  world  is  waiting 

For  the  cheering  ray. 
Fraught  with  promise  of  the  glories 

Of  the  coming  day. 

In  the  conflict  of  the  ages. 

In  this  thrilling  time, 
Knowledge  is  the  road  to  freedom, 

Ignorance  is  crime. 

Chorus. — Spread  the  light,  etc. 

Wolves  and  vampires  m  the  darkness 

Prey  on  flesh  and  blood. 
From  the  radiance  of  the  sunlight 

Flee  the  hellish  brood. 

Chorus.— Spread  the  light,  etc. 


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Light  alone  can  save  the  nations, 

Long  the  spoilers'  prey, 
Bound  and  blinded  in  their  prison 

Waiting  for  the  day. 

Chorus.— Spread  the  light,  etc. 

Men  who  know  th  :ir  rights  as  freemen 

Ne'er  to  tyrants  cower, 
Slaves  will  rise  and  burst  their  fetters 

When  they  feel  their  power. 

Chorus.— Spread  the  light,  etc. 


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— Phillips  Thompson. 


No.  11. 


THIRTY  CENTS  A  DAY 

(^Air—"The  Faded  Coat  of  Blue.") 


In  a  dim-lighted  chamber  a  dying  maiden  lay, 
The  tide  of  her  pulses  was  ebbing  fast  away  ; ' 
In  the  flush  of  her  youth  she  was  worn  with'toil  and  care 
And  starvation  showed  its  traces  on  the  features  once  so  fkir. 

Chorus. 
No  more  the  work-bell  calls  the  weary  one. 
Rest,  tired  wage-slave,  in  your  grave  unknown  • 
Your  feet  will  no  more  tread  life's  thorny,  rugged  way 
They  have  murdered  you  by  inches  upon  thirty  cents  a  day ! 

From  earliest  childhood  she'd  toiled  to  win  her  bread- 
In  hunger  and  rags,  oft  she  wished  that  she  were  dead  • 
She  knew  naught  of  life's  joys  or  the  pleasures  wealth  can  bring 
Or  the  glory  of  the  woodland  in  the  merry  days  of  spring. 
Chorus.— No  more  the  work-bell,  etc. 

By  the  rich  she  was  tempted  to  eat  the  bread  of  shame 
But  her  mother  dear  had  taught  her  to  value  her  good  name  • 
Mid  want  and  starvation  she  waved  temptation  by 
As  she  would  not  sell  her  honor  she  in  poverty  must  die. 
Chorus.— No  more  the  work-bell,  etc. 


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She  cried  in  her  fever:  "  I  pray  you  let  me  go, 
For  my  work  is  yet  to  finish,  I  cannot  leave  it  so ; 
The  foreman  will  curse  me  and  dock  my  scanty  pay, 
I  am  starving  amid  plenty  upon  thirty  cents  a  day !  " 

Chorus. — No  more  the  work-bell,  etc. 

Too  late.  Christian  ladies !  You  cannot  save  her  now. 

She  breathes  out  her  life — see  the  death-damp  on  her  brow ; 

Full  soon  she'll  be  sleeping  beneath  the  churchyard  clay. 

While  you  smile  on  those  who  killed  her  with  their  thirty  cents  a  day ! 

Chorus. — No  more  the  work-bell,  etc. 

— Phillips  Thompson. 


No.  12. 


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MARCH!  MARCH!  MARCH! 

{Air— "Tramp!  Tramp!  Tramp!") 


In  the  crowded  scenes  of  toil,  in  the  workshop  and  the  mine, 
There  are  those  who  sigh  the  weary  hours  away ; 

Not  a  single  ray  of  hope  on  their,  wretched  lot  to  shine, 
Or  the  promise  of  a  brighter,  better  day. 

Chorus. 
March  !  March !  March  !  the  ranks  are  forming, 

Cheer  up,  friends,  the  time  has  come. 
For  the  toilers  of  our  land  now  begin  to  understand 

Their  just  rights  to  comfort,  liberty  and  home. 

Where  the  earth  is  fresh  and  fair,  in  the  seats  of  power  and  pride, 

Sit  the  favored  few  who  live  by  labor's  pains ; 
Not  a  wish  is  unfulfilled,  not  a  luxury  denied, 

Though  they  scorn  the  toil  of  which  they  reap  the  gains. 

Chorus. — March!  March!  March!  etc. 

Shall  the  many  evermore  be  the  vassals  of  the  few, 
And  the  landlord  and  the  usurer  rob  the  poor  ? 

If  your  power  you  only  felt,  if  your  rights  you  only  knew. 
Not  another  day's  oppression  you'd  endure. 

Chorus. — March!  March!  March!  etc. 


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So  unite  in  all  your  strength  and  make  ready  for  the  fight. 

btanding  boldly  by  the  cause  with  heart  and  hand 
To  defy  the  tyrant  {^^  who  has  robbed  us  of  our  right 

And  assert  a  freeman's  title  to  the  land.  ' 


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Chorus  —March  !  March !  March  !  etc. 


—Phillipt  Thompson. 


No.  13.      ONE  MORE  BATTLE  TO  FIGHT 

{Air~"One  More  River  to  Cross.") 

The  car  of  progress  rolls  along, 

One  more  battle  to  fight; 
The  voice  of  the  people  is  growing  strong, 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. 
One  more  battle, 

One  more  battle  for  freedom ; 
One  more  battle, 
.  One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Too  long  have  the  poor  been  bought  and  sold, 

One  more  battle  to  fight; 
And  men  bowed  down  to  the  shrine  ot  gold, 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. — One  more  battle,  etc. 

Too  long  have  the  many  like  me  and  you, 

One  more  battle  to  fight ; 
Enriched  with  our  labor  the  wealthy  few. 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. — One  more  battle,  etc. 

The  signal  sounds  from  shore  to  shore,  " 

One  more  battle  to  fight; 
To  manhood  rise !  Be  slaves  no  more ! 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. — One  more  battle,  etc. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

We'll  teach  the  world  a  wiser  plan, 

One  more  battle  t'^  fight ; 
When  tne  little  rag-baby  becomes  a  man, 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. — One  more  battle,  etc. 

No  more  shall  loafers  own  the  soil, 

One  more  battle  to  fight ; 
Nor  bond-thieves  fatten  on  poor  men's  toil, 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. — One  more  battle,  etc. 

Oppression  shall  perish  and  freedom  reign. 

One  more  battle  to  fight ; 
The  people  shall  come  to  their  own  again, 

One  more  battle  to  fight. 

Chorus. — One  more  battle,  etc. 


— Phillips  Thompson. 


RALLY  TO  THE  POLLS. 

{Air— "Battle  Cry  of  Freedom:') 


We'll  rally  to  the  polls,  boys,  rally  once  again, 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people  ! 
If  w'='  want  to  win  our  rights  we  must  show  that  we  Are  men. 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people  ! 

Chorus. 
Farmer  and  toiler,  join  hand  in  hand  ; 

Down  with  the  Shylocks,  rescue  the  land  ! 
As  we  rally  to  the  pollSj  boys,  rally  once  again, 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people ! 

We  are  coming  from  the  farm  and  the  workshop  and  the  mine, 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people  ! 
The  masses  are  aroused  and  are  falling  into  line. 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people  ! 

Chorus. — Farmer  and  toiler,  etc. 


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We  are  bound  to  make  an  end  of  the  plutocratic  crew, 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people  ! 
And  we'll  use  the  freeman's  vote  as  true  freemen  ought  to  do, 

Fighting  the  battle  of  t}ie  people ! 

Chorus. — Farmer  and  toiler,  etc. 


We  are  summoned  to  the  work  by  the  nation's  tears  and  prayers,  " 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people ! 
And  we'll  free  her  from  the  clutch  of  the  robber  millionaires. 

Fighting  the  battle  of  the  people  ! 

Chorus. — Farmer  and  toiler,  etc.  ' 

— Phillips  Thompson. 


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ROUSE  AND  RALLY. 


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Then  rouse,  and      r--!  -  ly.      by      hill      and      val  -  ley.    And  claim  our  rights   -m    men, 

Despotic  power,  oppressive  laws, 

Our  fathers  brave  defied, 
And  baffled  in  their  country's  cause 

The  lion  in  his  pride. 
And  shall  we  cower  before  the  wolf, 

The  usurer  in  his  den  ? 
No  1  Rouse  and  rally,  by  hill  and  valley, 

And  claim  your  rights  as  men. 


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20  THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

The  money-kings  now  rule  the  land 

While  men  of  freedom  dream, 
They  crush  the  poor  with  iron  hand 

And  boast  their  power  supreme. 
But  liberty  will  yet  revive 

To  bless  the  land  again, 
So  rouse  and  rally,  by  hill  and  valley, 

And  claim  your  rights  as  men. 

The  broad  and  fertile  plains  which  stretch 

Their  leagues  of  golden  grain 
Enrich  some  greedy,  thievish  wretch 

Who  profits  by  our  pain. 
Let  each  true  heart  resent  the  wrong 

With  voice  and  vote  and  pen. 
And  rouse  and  rally,  by  hill  and  valley, 

And  claim  your  rights  as  men. 

—Phillips  Thompson. 

No.  16.    THE  MARCH  OF  THE   WORKERS. 

i'^ir—*'/ohn  Brown.") 


What  is  this  the  sound  and  rumor?  What  is  this  that  all  men  hear 
Like  the  wind  in  hollow  valleys  when  the  storm  is  drawing  near, 
Like  the  rolling  on  of  ocean  in  the  eventide  of  fear  ? 
'Tis  the  people  marching  on  ! 

Chorus. 
Hark  the  rolling  of  the  thunder ! 
Lo  the  sun  !  and  lo  thereunder 
Riseth  wrath  and  hope  and  wonder, 

And  the  host  comes  marching  on  ! 

Forth  they  come  from  grief  and  torment,  on  they  wend  toward  health 
and  mirth  ; 

All  the  wide  worid  is  their  dwelling,  every  corner  of  the  eirth; 
Buy  them,  sell  them  for  thy  service  !  Try  the  bargain  what  'tis  worth, 
For  the  days  are  marching  on  ! 

Chorus.— Hark  the  rolling  of  the  thunder,  etc. 


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These  are  they  who  build  thy  houses,  weave  thy  raiment,  win  thy  wheat, 
Smooth  the  rugged,  fill  the  barren,  turn  the  bitter  into  sweet, 
All  for  thee  this  day— and  ever.    What  reward  for  them  is  meet  ? 
Till  the  host  comes  marching  on ! 

Chorus.— Hark  the  rolling  of  the  thunder,  etc.  . 

Many  a  hundred  years  passed  over  have  they  labored  deaf  and  blind, 
Never  tidings  reached  their  sorrow,  never  hope  their  toil  might  fii'd ;' 
Now  at  last  they've  heard  and  hear  it,  and  the  cry  comes  down  the  wind, 
And  their  feet  are  marching  on  ! 

Chorus.— Hark  the  rolling  of  the  thunder,  etc. 

Oh  ye  rich  men,  hear  and  tremble,  for  with  words  the  sound  is  rife : 
"Once  for  you  and  death  we  labored;  changed  henceforward  is  the  strife. 
We  are  men  and  we  shall  battle  for  the  world  of  men  and  life. 
And  our  host  is  marching  on !  " 

Chorus.— Hark  the  rolling  of  the  thunder,  etc. 

"On  we  march,  then,  we,  the  workers,  and  the  rumor  that  ye  hear 
Is  the  blended  sound  of  battle  and  deliverance  drawing  near. 
For  the  hope  of  every  creature  is  the  banner  that  we  bear, 
And  the  world  is  marching  on  !  " 

Chorus. — Hark  the  rolling  of  the  thunder,  etc. 

—  William  Morris, 


No.  17. 


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STAND  FOR  THE  RIGHT. 

{Air— "Full /or  the  Shore,  Sailor:') 


Hope  for  the  future,  toiler,  help  is  at  hand; 
Hear  ye  the  battle-cry  that  rings  through  the  land ! 
Dark  was  your  pathway,  toiler,  through  the  weary  night, 
Put  your  trust  in  union  and  stand  for  the  right  I 

Chorus. 
Stand  for  the  right,  toiler,  stand  for  the  right; 
Out  of  the  gloomy  midnight  into  the  light !  * 

Each  for  the  other  striving  ^nant  wrongs  to  fight, 
Throw  away  your  selfish  aims  and  stand  for  the  right ! 


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22  IHE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

See  how  the  vile  oppressor  thrives  by  your  pain, 
Singly  your  liberties  you  strive  for  in  vain ; 
Would  ye  regain  your  birthright  ?  firmly  unite  ; 
Battle  with  monopoly  and  stand  for  the  right ! 

Chorus. — Stand  for  the  righ.,  etc. 

Think  of  your  brothers,  toiler,  downcast  and  poor ; 

Help  them  to  war  against  the  ills  they  endure  ; 

Joined  in  a  common  cause  there's  none  can  scorn  your  might. 

Rally  at  the  ballot-box  and  stand  for  the  right ! 

Chorus. — Stand  for  the  right,  etc. 

Wrongs  done  to  humblest  worker,  robbed  and  oppressed, 
Surely  will  soon  or  late  recoil  on  the  rest ; 
Union's  your  only  safeguard,  join  to  spread  the  light, 
Banded  in  one  brotherhood  and  stand  for  the  right ! 

Chorus. — Stand  for  the  right,  etc. 

—Phillips  Thompson. 

No.  18.  AWAKE!   BE   FREE! 

(  Air — '  M  merica . "  ) 


Our  country,  great  and  grand. 
Is  known  in  every  land 

As  freedom-'s  home. 
Yet  through  man's  greed  and  lust. 
Through  laws  the  most  unjust, 
And  from  the  giant  trust. 

Great  evils  come. 

Our  liberties  are  gone, 
Justice  no  more  is  done 

To  faithful  toil. 
But  want  and  woeful  need 
From  Mammon's  reign  proceed. 
Which  hui  iful  tumults  breed 

And  freedom  spoil. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

How  long  shall  we  be  slaves 
And  bow  to  sordid  knaves 

Who  rob  the  poor  ? 
Let  every  man  awake 
And  freedom's  weapon  take, 
The  yoke  of  bondage  break, 

And  serve  no  more. 

Great  God  of  Liberty ! 
Through  truth  that  maketh  free, 

Make  free  the  land. 
Give  us  to  see  the  light. 
Lead  us  to  follow  right, 
And  show  that  right  is  might. 

By  Thine  own  hand. 

Our  country  then  shall  be 
A  home  for  brave  and  free 

And  noble  men. 
No  landlord  then  shall  reign 
To  clutch  the  toiler's  gain, 
Our  flag  without  a  stain 

Shall  wave  again. 


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No.  19.  THERE  ARE  NINETY  AND  NINE. 

{Air— "There   Were  Ninety  and  Nine.") 

There  are  ninety  and  nine  who  live  and  die 

In  poverty,  want  and  cold, 
That  one  may  revel  in  luxury 

And  be  wrapped  in  its  silken  fold. 
The  ninety  and  nine  in  hovels  bare, 
The  one  in  a  palace  with  riches  rare. 

They  toil  in  the  fields,  the  ninety  and  nine,     , 
For  the  fruits  of  their  mother  earth ; 

They  delve  in  the  depths  of  the  dusky  mine 
And  bring  its  hid  treasures  forth. 

But  the  wealth  released  by  their  sturdy  blows 

To  the  hands  of  the  one  forever  flows. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

In  the  sweat  of  their  brows  the  desert  blooms, 

And  the  forest  before  them  falls ; 
They  have  builded  the  walls  of  humble  homes 

And  cities  with  lofty  halls. 
But  the  one  owns  cities  and  farms  and  lands, 
And  the  ninety  and  nine  have  empty  hands. 

But  the  night  so  dreary  and  dark  and  long 
At  length  will  the  morning  bring, 

And  over  the  hills  the  victors'  song 
Of  the  ninety  and  nine  shall  ring, 

And  echo  afar,  from  zone  to  zone  : 

"  Rejoice  for  labor  has  gained  its  own !  " 


—Selected. 


No.  20.  THE  POOR  VOTER  ON  ELECTION  DAY. 


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Who  serves  to-day  upon  the  list 

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Alike  the  brown  and  wrinkled  fist. 

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The  rich  is  level  with  the  poor, 

The  weak  is  strong  to-day ; 
And  sleekest  broadcloth  counts  no  more 

Than  homespun  frock  of  gray. 

To-day  let  pomp  and  vain  pretense 

My  stubborn  right  abide ; 
I  set  a  plain  man's  common  sense 

Against  a  pedant's  pride. 
To-day  shall  simple  manhood  try 

The  strength  of  gold  and  land ; 
The  wide  world  has  not  wealth  to  buy 

The  power  in  my  right  hand  ! 

While  there's  a  grief  to  seek  redress 

Or  balance  to  adjust, 
Where  weighs  our  living  manhood  less 

Than  Mammon's  vilest  dust. 
While  there's  a  right  to  need  my  vote, 

A  wrong  to  sweep  away. 
Up !  clouted  knee  and  ragged  coat ! 

A  man's  a  man  to-day ! 

—John  G.   ff^Aitfier. 


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COMING  BY  AND  BY. 

{Air— "Coming  By  and  By.") 


A  better  day  is  coming,  a  morning  promised  long 
When  girded  right,  with  holy  might,  will  overthrow  the  wrong  • 
When  man  shall  rise  and  take  his  rights,  not  vainly  plead  and  sigh 
And  wm  the  cause  of  righteous  laws  and  justice  by  and  by. 

Chorus. 
Coming  by  and  by,  coming  by  and  by ! 
The  better  day  is  coming,  the  morning  draweth  nigh, 
Coming  "by  and  by,"  coming  by  and  by  ! 
The  welcome  dawn  will  hasten  on,  'tis  coming  by  and  by » 


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To  grind  the  faces  of  the  poor  the  rich  no  more  shall  dare, 
For  age  and  youth  will  love  the  truth  and  spread  it  everywhere ; 
No  more  from  want  and  sorrow  will  come  the  hopeless  cry, 
And  strife  will  cease  and  perfect  peace  will  flourish  by  and  by. 

Chorus. — Coming  by  and  by,  etc. 

O  for  that  welcome  dawning,  when  happiness  and  peace 
Shall  bless  the  land  from  East  to  West  and  suffering  shall  cease ; 
This  glorious  consummation  the  mourner's  tears  shall  dry, 
Then  every  voice  will  loud  rejoice,  it's  coming  by  and  by. 

Chorus. — Coming  by  and  by,  etc. 


— Selected  and  Adapted. 


No.  22. 


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How  have  the  arrogant  robbers  rewarded  you  ? 

What  can  ye  show  for  your  toil-broken  lives  ?. 
Basely  the  men  ye  enrich  have  defrauded  you, 
Crushing  the  hearts  of  your  childi'en  and  wives. 
Will  ye  supinely  bear 
Wrongs  in  your  dumb  despair, 
Toiling  on  abjectly,  shackled  and  blind  ? 
Choose  ye  the  nobler  part. 
Nerving  each  fainting  heart, 
Bravely  to  fight  in  the  cause  of  mankind. 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

Rise  to  the  height  of  sublime  aspiration, 

Born  of  the  teachings  of  martyr  and  sage  ; 
When  the  fullness  of  time  brings  the  great  consummation. 
Its  light  will  glow  radiant  on  history's  page. 
Down  through  the  ages  each, 
Passes  by  thought  and  speech, 
Lending  an  impulse  to  leaven  the  whole ; 
Thought  is  eternal  force. 
Holding  its  steady  course, 
Nothing  can  vanquish  the  strength  of  the  soul. 

— Phillips  Thompson, 


No.  23.    THE  SONG  OF  THE  PROLETAIRE. 


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Tyrants  quail !  dawn  is  breaking 

Dawn  of  freedom's  glorious  day; 
Mammon  on  his  throne  is  quaking, 

Iron  bands  are  giving  way. 
Statecraft,  kingcraft,  black  oppression 

Cannot  bear  our  scrutiny. 
For  we've  learned  the  startling  lesson 

That  if  we  will,  we  can  be  free  ! 

That  if  we  will,  we  can  be  free ! 

That  if  we  will,  we  can  be  free  ! 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

By  our  own,  our  children's  charta, 

By  the  fire  within  our  veins, 
By  each  truth-attesting  martyr, 

By  our  tears,  our  groans  and  pains. 
By  our  rights  by  nature  given, 

By  the  voice  of  liberty, 
We  proclaim  before  high  Heaven 

That  we  will,  we  must  be  free  ! 

That  we  will,  we  must  be  free  ! 

That  we  will,  we  must  be  free  ! 

Winds  and  waves,  the  tidings  carry  ; 

Electra,  in  your  fiery  car, 
Winged  with  lightning,  do  not  tarry, 

Bear  the  news  to  lands  afar. 
Bid  them  sound  the  thrilling  story, 

Louder  than  the  thunder's  glee, 
That  a  people  ripe  for  glory 

Are  determined  to  be  free  ! 

Are  determined  to  be  free  ! 

Are  determined  to  be  free ! 


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—  Tom  O'Reilly. 


No.  24.     THE  MEN  OF  AULD  LANG  SYNE. 

{Air—"Auld  Lang  Syne.'") 


Should  old  reformers  be  forgot 
Whose  names  resplendent  shine. 

Who  stood  for  right  and  faltered  not 
In  the  days  of  auld  lang  syne. 

Chorus. — In  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear. 
In  auld  lang  syne, 
They  lit  the  spark  amid  the  dark, 
In  the  days  of  auld  lang  syne. 

Brave  pioneers  in  freedom's  cause. 

With  impulses  divine, 
Withstood  the  power  of  tyrants'  laws 
In  the  days  of  auld  lang  syne. 
Chorus. — In  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 


THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 


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They  lit  the  flame  of  reason's  lamp 
And  bid  its  radiance  shine, 
•  No  despot's  wrath  the  zeal  could  damp 

Of  the  men  of  auld  lang  syne. 

Chorus. — In  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 

In  dungeon  deep,  on  gallows  tree. 

In  battle's  foremost  line. 
They  gave  their  lives  for  liberty 

In  the  days  of  auld  lang  syne. 

Chorus. — In  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 

Then  let  the  dust  where  heroes  sleep 

Be  freedom's  holiest  shrine. 
And  green  the  memories  will  keep 

Of  the  men  of  auld  lang  syne. 

Chorus. — In  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 

—  Phillips  Thompson. 

No.  25.      A  MAN'S  A  MAN  FOR  A'  THAT. 


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What  though  on  hamely  fare  we  dine. 

Wear  hodden-gray  an'  a'  that, 
Gie  fools  their  silks  and  knaves  their  wine— 

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For  a'  that  and  a'  that, 

Their  tinsel  show  and  a'  that ; 
The  honest  man,  though  ne'er  sae  puir, 

Is  king  o'  men  for  a'  that. 

A  king  can  make  a  belted  knight, 

A  marquis,  duke  and  a'  that ; 
But  an  honest  man's  aboon  his  might, 

Gude  faith,  he  maunna  fa'  that ! 
For  a'  that  and  a'  that, 

Their  dignities  and  a'  that ; 
The  pith  o'  sense  and  pride  o'  worth 

Are  higher  ranks  than  a'  that. 

Then  let  us  pray  that  come  it  may. 

As  come  it  will  for  a'  that, 
That  sense  and  worth,  o'er  a'  the  earth, 

May  bear  the  gree  and  a'  that. 
For  a'  that  and  a'  that — 

It's  comin'  yet  for  a'  that. 
When  man  to  man,  the  warld  o'er, 

Shall  brithers  be  for  a'  that. 


— Robert  Burns. 


No.  26. 


WHEN  LABOR  HAS  COME  TO  ITS  OWN. 

(Air~"When  Johnny  Comes  Marching  Home:'') 


When  labor  has  come  to  '-."  own  again. 

Hurrah!  Hurrah  ! 
We'll  live  in  a  real  Republic  then, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
Then  none  shall  rule  by  wealth  or  birth, 
And  each  shall  have  his  share  of  earth, 

For  we'll  all  be  free  when  labor  has  come  to  its  own. 

The  millionaires  will  hunt  their  holes, 

Hurrah  I  Hurrah ! 
And  drop  their  cash  to  save  their  souls, 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
For  we'll  clear  out  Wall  Street's  robber  den. 
And  burn  each  bond  and  mortgage  then. 

For  we'll  all  be  free  when  labor  has  come  to  its  own. 


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We'll  pile  them  up  so  that  all  may  see, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
As  high  as  the  Statue  of  LibeVty, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah  ! 
And  we'll  make  Jay  Gould  the  torch  apply, 
To  flare  the  light  over  sea  and  sky, 

That  shall  tell  the  world  that  labor  has  come  to  its  own. 

Then  all  must  ply  some  useful  trade, 
♦  Hurrah  I   Hurrah  ! 

And  none  their  rights  will  dare  invade, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
And  those  who  honest  toil  wou!d  shirk, 
Shall  have  no  bread  if  they  will  not  work. 

We'll  have  no  more  drones  when  labor  has  come  to  its  own. 

Grim  poverty  will  be  unknown, 
;  Hurrah!  Hurrah! 

i  '  And  plenty  through  the  land  be  strown, 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
Then,  farmers  and  laborers,  all  combine 
And  bring  the  stragglers  into  line. 

Let  us  haste  the  day  when  labor  shall  come  to  its  own. 

— Phillips  Thompsvn. 

No.  27.  LABOR'S  HARVEST  HOME.  ' 

{Air—^'Jesus,  We  Thy  Lambs  Would  Be.") 

Rouse  the  sleepers  through  the  land, 
Harvest  time  is  now  at  hand. 
Fields  are  white  with  ripened  grain, 
And  plenty  smiles  on  hill  and  plain. 

Chorus.— When  the  reaping  time  f'--"  .:)me 

And  labor  shout  the  harv  st  home, 
•  When  the  reaping  time  shall  come 

And  labor  shout  the  harvest  home. 

Those  whose  toil  has  given  birth 
To  the  products  of  the  earth 
Claim  the  right  the  fruit  to  keep. 
Nor  where  they  sowed  let  others  reap. 

•     Chorus.— When  the  reaping  time  shall  come,  etc. 


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Ye  who  bar  the  reapers'  way, 

Is  it  sword  or  sickle — say  ? 

Ere  the  famished  throng  can  pass 

Must  they  mow  you  down  like  grass  ? 

Chorus. — When  the  reaping  time  shall  come,  etc. 

Down  with  the  idler,  robber,  knave ! 
Freedom  for  the  toiling  slave ! 
Nevermore  shall  stealth  or  sloth 
Enjoy  the  field's  luxuriant  growth. 

Chorus, — When  the  reaping  time  shall  come,^tc. 

Fruit  of  bitter,  toilsome' years, 
Sown  in  struggle,  pain  and  tears, 
We  shall  garner  when  the  world 
Sees  from  its  place  oppression  hurled. 

Chorus. — When  the  reaping  time  shall  come,  etc. 

— Phillips  Thompson. 

No.  28.      UNION  ALL  ALONG  THE  LINE, 

{Air— "Just  Before  the  Battle,  Mother.") 


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The  cricis  darkly  looms  before  us. 
Our  chains  are  being  tighter  drawn. 

The  dollar  rules  the  great  Republic 

And  rights  of  men  ate  laughed  to  scorn. 

Chorus, — If  our  rights  we  would  recover 
We  must  at  the  polls  combine, 
Our  only  prospect  for  the  future 
Is  union  all  along  the  line. 

For  long  we've  put  our  trust  in  parties 
Whose  promises  are  subtle  snares, 

They  hoy  and  sell  the  poor  like  cattls 
To  pander  to  the  millionaires. 

Chorus. — If  our  rights  we  would  recover,  etc. 

Make  a  stand  against  oppression, 
Nor  at  the  feet  of  Mammon  cower. 

And  let  the  ballot  be  our  weapon 
To  make  the  tyrant  feel  our  power. 

Chorus. — If  our  rights  we  would  recover,  etc. 


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Do  not  heed  the  party  shouters, 

Striving  ever  to  mislead ; 
Think  rathei  of  your  wives  and  children, 

The  victims  of  the  usurer's  greed. 

Chorus. — If  our  rights  we  would  recover,  etc. 

— Phillips  Thompson. 

No.  29.    SONG  OF  THE  "LOWER  CLASSES." 


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not        too        low        the       grain       to    grow,  But  too     low        the    bread      to 

Down,  down  we  go,  we're  so  very,  very  low, 
To  the  hell  of  the  deep-sunk  mines ; 

But  we  gather  the  proudest  gems  that  glow 
When  the  brow  of  a  despot  shines  ; 

And  whene'er  he  lacks,  upon  our  backs 

Fresh  loads  he  deigns  to  lay ; 

We're  far  too  low  to  vote  the  tax,  \  n  ^    . 
T,  ,  /  Repeat. 

But  not  too  low  to  pay.  J 


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THE  LABOR  REFORM  SONGSTER. 

We're  low,  we're  low— mere  rabble  we  know ; 

But  at  our  plastic  power 
The  world  at  the  lordling's  feet  will  glow 

Into  palace  and  church  and  tower; 
Then  prostrate  fall  in  the  rich  man's 'hall 

And  cringe  at  the  rich  man's  door ; 
We're  not  too  low  to  build  the  wall,  \  „ 

But  too  low  to  tread  the  floor.      '  J      -^^ 

We're  low,  we're  low— we're  very,  very  low ; 

Yet  from  our  fingers  glide 
The  silken  ?.^^  and  the  robes  that  glow 

Round  the  limbs  of  the  sons  of  pride ; 
And  what  we  get,  and  what  we  give. 
We  know,  and  we  know  our  share ; 
We're  not  too  low  the  cloth  to  weave,  1  „ 

But  too  low  the  cloth  to  wear.         '  j     ^^' 


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INDEX. 


Phillips  Thompson, 


The  Bitter  Cry, 

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The  Pennsylvania  Miner, 
The  Power  of  Thought, 

Marching  to  Freedom, 

The  Factory  Slave, 

The  Grand  Labor  Cause, 

Long,  Long  Ago, 

In  the  Reign  of  Justice, 

Spread  the  Light, 

Thirty  Cents  a  Day, 

March!   March!   March! 

One  More  Battle  to  Fight,  . 

Rally  to  the  Polls, 

Rouse  and  Rally, 

Stand  for  the  Right, 

The  Call  to  Action, 

The  Men  of  Auld  Lang  Syne, 

When  Labor  Has  Come  to  its  Own,  . 

Labor's  Harvest  Home, 

Union  all  along  the  Line, 

The  Men  who  Work,    .    .  t    n-  ,     ^ 

T,,      ,.      ,      ,  '         /•  Richardson,    .    .    . 

Ihe  March  of  the  Workers  rrr-,,- 

A      ,     .   ^  ' ^Vilham  Morris,     . 

Awake     Be  Free  ^,  '    •    • 

There  are  Nmety  and  Nine, ^^^^,,,^^ 

The  Poor  Voter  on  Election  Day, John  G.  ivhilii^r,  [    ' 

Coming  By  and  By,  .    .  c  /    .  ^        , 

rru^  c  r    ,      '  Selected  and  Adapted, 

The  Song  of  the  Prole.aire j..„  O'ReiUy,    . 

A  Mans  a  Man  for  a' That, R.te,,  Burns,    .    '    ' 

Song  of  the  "Lower  Classes," Ernes,  Jo„es  '    ' 


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